Nov 2, 2025

Well, November 2nd 2025, I woke up in pain, as I did every day for as long as I can remember. It was “My life”,  Menopause was wreaking havoc on my body (or so I thought) and my mind, all the different aches and pains were added on to my daily “what is the reason for this pain” question of the day.  Progressively, now that I think of it, I had been having harsher pain in my lower back when I woke up, always had a migraine when I woke up, and my belly (I assume was my intestines) was always very tight and painful, my assumption was that i needed to go, ya know, defecate. Because, when I did finally empty my bowels, I felt much better.  And a side note again, I look back to the last few weeks and realize that my appetite was trimming down, I was eating less at meal time because I was feeling full quicker. Painfully full after just a few bites.  Anyway, this day was Oh so different from any others in the past few years. 

As I awoke, and felt the usual pains, I went to sit up very slowly as per usual and felt a sharp pain in my lower right quadrant of my abdomen. I immediately grabbed it and pushed in thinking I could make it feel better, instead what I found was a very large, elongated oval shaped (The size of maybe a large sweet potato) BULGE in my stomach just under the muscle. I could move it around slightly, so, obviously, due to my history, I assumed I was “impacked” and needed to go to the bathroom and defecate.  I did, several times. As this was now my Normal, 3-6 trips to the bathroom to defecate a bit over the period of 3 hours, each time urinating as well.  Thinking back on the last two years, my bathroom visits in the middle of night went from 1-2, to now being 4-5 times a night, always to urinate and always resulting in leg cramps.  

Anyway, I sat on this little tad bit of an issue, stressed about it just a little for the entire day, ended up not being able to sleep, I was constantly laying down to feel the “Lump”, I guess I was hoping that maybe if I pushed out some more “Poo” It would go away. It didn’t.  The next morning, again, more severe pain than what I was used to. I did my routine 3-4 times of going to the bathroom for 3 hours, but felt worse physically, my gut was just aching constantly. 

I couldn't hardly walk with out it hurting, so I was walking like an 80 yr old woman with arthritis. I couldn't straighten out my back, I walked hunched over, grasping my stomach. I spent most the my days for the last few weeks, just sitting in the lazy boy, not really watching TV, but that is all I could do.